Death Rose Requiem: Tales of a broken heart

I remember when I was child, and I was an innocent girl., I never played with dolls, I never had a lot of friends… and even I never meet my parents…. because they’re dead. I only have one photo with they, but I was too young, too child.

Sometimes I dream with my mom and my dad, she was beauty, like me, and my parent was very nice. They can talk to me but when I say something to they, they ignore me and suddenly I wake up. It’s so weird and sad.

I can’t remember anymore of my childhood because the seasons change, and now the weather is hot, and I’m alone. I have many teddy bears in my bed and sometimes I huge my favorite one when I go to sleep.
It’s funny, I can’t remember my childhood but I remain like a little girl.

I hate the summer because it’s hot and it remember my parents, I don’t know why.
And suddenly, the desire of write about me is vanishing…